She gives him an indulgent smile and nods.

“I want to remind everyone that we have a Prism meeting here in this room after school. I’ve signed up the club to help with prom decorations this year, so we’ll talk about our plan of attack and also, a reminder that prom court nominations close later this week.”

“Thank you, Kyle,” says Ms. Jennings. She holds a finger up, and right on cue, the bell rings. “Class dismissed.”

The single greatest joy of my senior year is off-campus lunch, which is why my foot is on the pedal, hauling to Harpy’s with Clem and Hannah in tow. I’d hoped that maybe Hannah would ditch and now would be the time to talk to Clem about her big plans, but I’m not about to have Serious Sibling Discourse with a third party in the mix.

Harpy’s is a Clover City staple and also the location of many of mine and Clem’s childhood birthday parties. It’s not even particularly good (honestly, their secret sauce is just mustard), but I still feel a fierce loyalty to their curly fries and will always choose this place over whatever new chain has set up shop.

Lydia, longtime Harpy’s employee and the grumpiest woman alive, sits perched on a stool behind the cash register.

“Hello, sunshine,” I say.

“Number three extra pickles hold the onion?” she asks without looking up.

“Music to my ears,” I tell her.

And I swear her lips twitch into an almost smile.

I pay and then Hannah and Clem place their order, which has turned out to be an intricate feast of sides they like to share since Clem convinced Hannah to become a vegetarian. I score the highly coveted circle booth in the far corner of the restaurant as Lydia slowly evaporates.

Hannah waits for our food while Clem gets our drinks from the soda fountains. When they finally both sit down, I let out a long-held groan.

“I’m going to kill you,” I tell Clem, half joking and half serious.

“What’d she do this time?” asks Hannah as she chomps down on an onion ring.

“Oh, she knows.”

My sweet golden-retriever sister shrugs.

“Tell her,” I say. “Tell Hannah what you did.”

She side-eyes me and turns to Hannah. “I . . . uh . . . the video I showed you—”

“Oh, so she’s seen the video now too.” Of course Clem showed that video to every living being she came into contact with. “I’m so glad I could provide entertainment for you and your friends.”

“It was good!” Clem says. “We share a cloud! It was there! And besides, when Kyle saw it, I was already watching it on my phone. It’s not like I went out of my way to show him.”